Mizaria's dark eyes watched as a grulla mare moved flawlessly towards herd, her movements were sure and determined. What this mare saw in Mizaria was beyond her, but her pondering was quickly taken from her when she heard words, but not as she normally would. Her gaze narrowed slightly, trying to comprehend what had just happened, and she moved back a pace or two as the realization sunk in. Curious now, Mizaria moved forth again and dipped her head in turn to the mare, unsure if this mare would hear her or not, she spoke her words loud and clear. "Mizaria" She spoke, her voice was a soft tune, yet one that held confidence, confidence that perhaps would find her ill. It took her a moment to register that this mare, this, Topsail was also a queen and she quickly rattled her brain as to how to respond to royalty. Where she was from she had never had to behave in such mannerisms, it was always others doting over her, trying to get her to like them. This was new, but this was also what she wanted.
She quickly decided to dip her head again, this time lower in a makeshift bow, as good as she could manage at least, one that would perhaps with time grow better. "It is an honor your majesty, that you would grant me your presence." Again with the lack of knowledge of these lands, Mizaria had no idea how royalty were treated here, nor if her words were proper. She only hoped to not insult the mare. Better to make a fool of herself than an enemy out of a queen. Who knew just how powerful this queen was.
The m o n s t e r s running wild inside of me.
ooc; If there are any spelling farts, I'm sorry. x.x